Overall Quality
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5/5
Entertainment Value
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5/5
Visuals and Craft
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5/5
Ford v Ferrari should have stuck with the title of the book it's based on: Go Like Hell. On the one hand, it is technically about the pissing contest that took place between Ford Motor Company and Ferrari that took place over the 1966 24 Hours of Le Mans race. Really, though, it's about two guys—Caroll Shelby (Matt Damon) and Ken Miles (Christian Bale)—grabbing the opportunity provided by the Ferrari-Ford feud to indulge their own passion for racing and race cars in designing a car beyond anything anyone had put on the track before, and running a race unlike anything anyone had pulled off before.
It's a story of human ingenuity and determination, and of pushing back against greedy capitalist overlords who think they know better than the experts on the front lines, and it's beautifully told. The movie is long, 2 hours 32 minutes, and it feels long, but it's telling a complex story. Despite the length, it never drags, never feels stalled. Most impressively, it shows the races in such a way that they are engaging and exciting no mater if you know exactly what's going to happen because you're a huge motorsports nerd, or if you don't know the first thing about car racing. Through editing and brilliant soundscaping, Ford v Ferrari captures the incredible mechanical power of these cars and the human strength and intensity that goes into this kind of racing. It feels and sounds as much like being there at the track as possible without having the smell of brakedust in your nose.
This is a movie meant for car nerds, the particular brand of car nerd inclined to camp out and watch 24 hour races like Le Mans, but you certainly don't have to be that sort to enjoy the film. If you aren't really into racing, this movie just might help you understand why some people get so into the sport.
Watching the cars in the film, especially the GT40s designed by Shelby and Miles sling around the various tracks is very sexy. And no need to fret, car lovers, all the vehicles are replicas, no multimillion dollar vintage racecars were harmed or endangered in the making of this film, but the replicas look perfect.
Damon and Bale are both excellent. Bale in particular disappears into his role as Miles. Together, they provide the emotional core of the film. They—along with, frankly, the entire rest of the male cast—capture the sort of driven desperation and inability to sit still typical of the kind of thrill seeking men you find both in racing and near the top of competitive corporate ladders, and how these men can all be absolute assholes even if they're basically good guys. Special credit also goes to the film's dialect coaches for helping Damon and Bale bring Texan Shelby and British Miles to life.
Female presence in the film is quite lacking, limited almost entirely to Caitriona Balfe as Miles's wife, Mollie. To be fair to the film makers, motorsports in the 1960s was a boysclub, and Mollie is given the agency and respect she's due.
It's a great film and a good time, if not exactly a feelgood ending. Grab a snack, buckle in for the next two and a half hours, and try not to break every posted speed limit on the way home from the theater—the temptation will be strong.